You gotta fight for your right just to live another day. Or you can end it now, and give it all away. You gotta bend your back, to the point that it
VERSE 1: It seems just yesterday, I couldn't keep her away. Words could never tell, how she felt for me. Lost in my arms, she couldn't hold off the
run this town tonight? Jay-Z : We are, yeah, I said it, we are You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone
Yes sir is Bobby Rick, aka A. B.O.B. O. I can't be eco conscious, I'm always burning trees And is there fire, fire, call it the... And call me supersonic
to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your
close I'm like Elton Brand My passes go around the ball like a belt through pants And I'm for the green yeah somethin like a Celtics fan Me and my team
eye, before they break me off Lord Excuse my attitude, but I'm use to negativity My life explains my fuck everybody, on each delivery Some say it's the drugs, others
all Ro pass the word, let me show em how it go Cause I ain't playing with bitches, I'm disposing all of my foes We M double A-B, S-L-A-B till I'm dead
disappearing act Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still selling crack Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D All them other
Screw I promise it be hard, but I'm still holding down the name We the team and now the Click, is number one in the Dirty South We them street, them other
s reunited with the team He was gone for a while, but back in the swing of things Amazing Chico, a king to his trade Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
you wit, she like you or she like what she got? Tryin to maintain Tearin niggas out the frame Semi automatic flows You know how it goes Boss B-O-S-S-
like a nigga got clips with an ass And from the DNA in my blood Niggas trying to lie Trying to do what I does And if the other nigga ain't really from
each other, uh-huh From one corner, to another, uh-huh [Pras] Uh, yeah, yo, yo Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means The surpreme dream team
take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers [Chorus] What'chu know about stackin G's; you got to come fuck wit me Puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me My team
B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay) We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team) Them boys is only in the